Every day, a photograph, a poem. Oh I wish I had been holding my phone during our walk today. Scott stopped suddenly, and pointed across the street to a neighbor’s roof.
About fifty or more little sparrows flew to the lower part of the roof and then, in lines and almost rows, marched up with their bobbing little heads to the roofline.
By the time I got my camera out, these were all that were left. It was a strange and interesting thing to watch. A movie would have been great.
Line of Birds
Fifty sparrows flew
together to the roof and
marched in perfect lines
bobbing right up to the top
like guardians of the world.Sheri Edwards
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart